Sunday, March 04, 2007

Endymion

Conscious sleep come with balm
and cool clothed silence

sway the hips of fleshy
phantoms to razing suns
no scent
or sound of breath's sough

what weighs upon us?
sweatless and poreless,
labor and substance
abolished

sidereal balls of foil
glimmer like gems
beneath this cosmos
this soundless song 
so sweet as the soft pulse 
humming to me

a mother's song




2 comments:

nagual4a said...

Kaldonia:

The Nagual now has a GOOGLE ACCOUNT and can apparently post to some goat blaaaahgs. Stop posting this whining homo poetry.

Beysshoes said...

Block Nags from commenting on your art! Some men are more sensual than others ... like all gifts, it can be a burden. Sarai